“Ogallala!” a cartoon fox dressed as Robin Hood says,
sniffs end blossom rot,
nips a tomato, and then digs
a burrow; a barrow, connected to echo chamber;
the babble of a sipped spring.
“It’s like Monsanto drinking a milkshake, turning Hoover on the dregs;
cheeks convex, concave, and then red.” “
He hums a lament for Crimson Sweet,
Kansas muskmelon, Arkansas Traveler, Brandywine, Red Zebra;
dairy cows spiked with Posilac; the turn from heirloom to perpetual heat.
— Ben Cartwright
The Coop: A Poetry Cooperative 
I dig this work. It’s chewy.